Depression

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The war ended. In other words, something that his young mind had constantly had problems fathoming, suddenly ended abruptly, before he could really figure out everything that happened around him. Because of this abrupt end, he couldn't help but still try and figure out in his young mind what had always bothered him so much.

The dark recesses of the Malfoy Manor were a complete mess. On one side, there was the chandelier that Dobby happened to have broken, still scattered across the front entry way. There was also a slight build up of dust when the family came home. The biggest mess though lay in their own lives, something that could not easily be fixed.

Lucius headed off to his own study. He had things to do after all of this, which included insuring the family reputation, insuring that the Malfoy family held a dominance in not just the Wizarding society, but the Pureblood society as well. He had dealt with repercussions of the previous war long before, however, he knew that this time around, he would have a harder time. There was no claiming that he was under a spell this time.

Narcissa herself wandered back and forth, fretting over some of the smallest things, even if they particularly weren't something that needed to be fretted over. Yet, despite this, she didn't give any commands to the new House-Elf to effectively clean up the mess that was around her. Instead, she paced outside her sons room.

Which was where Draco had subsequently locked himself up. For two weeks after losing the war, he remained in his room, not speaking to anyone. The food that the House-Elf brought was barely touched, much to his mother's dismay. From what they told her, he simply lay on his bed, staring up at the green canopy.

After two weeks of this, she decided that it was time to take some drastic measures into hand. She found her self pacing in a new place, the parlor where guests flu powdered into. She waited patently, suddenly seeing a flash of light, then a rather handsome young man stepping out. He reached out and brandished a kiss on her hand.

"How are you this afternoon, Mrs. Narcissa Black-Malfoy," the dark skinned male swooned. "My companion shall be here shortly."

There was another poof, and a rather bulky young man stepped through. He happened to not have the most pleasant of faces, yet not to the point of ugliness. As he stepped, he slightly stumbled, not to mention his clothing seemed to attract soot to his suit. He made no response to her, however... her gladly took the seat she indicated for each of the young males.

"What seems to be the problem that you wished for us to help with?" Blaise Zabini chortled out, using his charm to calm the pale blond haired woman.

"It's Draco. He hasn't moved from his room ever since the battle at Hogwarts," the woman stated. "Lucius was never like this..."

"I would say this has to do with the fact that Draco Malfoy is more of a Black, then he has ever been a Malfoy," the young man commented, crossing his legs pleasantly. Narcissa opened her mouth only to have him hold up a finger.

He continued, a smirk on his smooth face."Yes, you have a sister who was heavier into the dark arts then Professor Snape or your husband combined. Yet... we can chock that up to her being insane and not right of mind since birth. Plus, we must take into factor that he has taken more after his beautiful mother, then his father."

"Zabini is flirting with Malfoy's mother," the other young man stated firmly, a laugh coming out of his mouth, not to mention a snort.

"Mr. Goyal. I completely understand that Mr. Zabini has turned on the charm here. However, he and I know that I won't be falling for it. There is a major difference between when he tries to woo a girl to receive a sexual favor, and when he is wooing them to simply be polite and set himself in good standing."

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